Daily Archive for June 30th, 2006

My Reply to Alien- The Hunted and All

Published on June 30, 2006 in For the Record. 0 Comments

I was worried about ragging that guy out for coming here trying to sell me his songs but I’m happy readers were not offended by my blasting him like that. I started not to post it and just keep my anger to myself but as I got to talking about him so bad I got to enjoying it and I thought, heck, let me go ahead and post this. It’s just that when I saw his two spams I about flipped. Like I said, had he been trying to sell me the stuff Rush Limbough got caught with last week then okay, I expect that but this guy says he’s a shrink. Oh I was mad. But I’m wondering, can I get ad*v*an from him on the side? Does he sell street dr*gs too. I mean, since he throws all ethics aside I wonder if I could get a few unconventional scripts filled. I wonder if he knows of anyone that can “take care of” my roommate. No, I’m kidding. I dont want to start a whole journal on dashing this man so I suppose I’ll leave it at thanking everyone for their support. (I put those words with the little thingie between them because if those words end up on the journal then everyone looking to buy it or sell it will be pointed here. Dang search engines log every word and that’s how I end up getting people looking for p*rn coming to my blog. Some of the stuff they’r looking for is just sick. Ya sicko’s!! Now watch one of them send me a virus..and I dont mean an STD.

Alien – The Hunted Says:
June 30th, 2006 at 5:01 pm e I refuse to be cowed by quacktors trying to sell some cheap piece of trash and them saying “I’m not here to provide therapy.” I reply ver succinctly, “Kosimiroshi, Hijo de Puta.” OK, I’m mixing languages but then again it is the same, “Kiss my BUM BUMS, Son of a Whore” or actually another applicable, more familiar term. These quacktors are very chiak sai (chinese) – full of poop. Peace,
Alien – The Hunted

Austin says:
That is HI-LARIOUS!!! You win the first laugh of the day.

I like how you’ve used your knowledge of language for your own agenda, to dog him out. Gotta love it. I do know Puta is Spanish for bitch. I flunked Japanese and I never got around to Chinese but I did take Hebrew, Greek, Latin and German. I remember mostly the Hebrew and the German. At home we spoke Spanish mostly, not much English at all. I suppose that my family thought they were Spanish. I dont know, I guess that’s also why we spent so much time in Spain. They own land there and everything so I guess they just thought, heck, lets speak it at home. My mother grew up speaking Spanish at home but my grandmother grew up speaking German at home. It doesnt seem like anyone likes English much even though we were all born here. It’s odd I know but hey, what can I say or which language should I say it in. Oh, and you know what? I cant spell in English but I can in German and a bit better in Spanish than I do in English. What the heck is that about??? Strange.

Thank you for the comment. Too funny.

Joan of Arc

Not Good

Published on June 30, 2006 in Dissociative Identity Disorder and Mental Health. 0 Comments

I need to cut. I’ve needed to since last night. I never cut when someone is here with me so I didnt. Right now she’s not here and I was actually planning how I could do it and not have her know but then I realized, I’m planning to do this. She left thinking things were okay but if she found out that while she was gone for a bit I cut, how is she going to feel? I feel like crying and I may let myself do that before she gets back. I’m happy Gracie was so helpful last night. She’s a sweetheart. Sg had nightmares so Cap had quite the night of service. He went back and forth between my room and Sg’s. That’s why I call him Captain my Captain. The boy never quits.

Maureen

Still Up

Published on June 30, 2006 in For the Record, Mental Health and Pets. 0 Comments

It’s 6:21AM

I’m still up. I’ve done nothing today. I haven’t opened my email box or sent an email or done anything but therapy and PC art. the messages on my phone are still blinking. I haven’t even listened to them. I intended to call my friend in Maryland to see if she was flooded out but somehow I spaced that. Goodness, great friend I am.

Everybody in the house was asleep but me. I was sitting here playing Bejeweled2 waiting for the sun to come up. It’s up. I still didn’t want to go to sleep. I call this voluntary insomnia. I was feeling quite low and doing poorly on my game I might add when Gracie (the older cat at age 1) came on my lap and insisted that she was going to love on me. I should blame her for the loss of that last game cause nobody can play a game with a cat in their face, licking their chin, purring in their ear just in case you didn’t hear them at your chin. I’d move her out of the way, she’d jump back up unfazed that I moved her. She crawled on the back of the chair then to my lap, purring and rubbing against my face with that long hair of hers. I was trying to keep her away while I played this game (poorly) but Gracie insisted that she was going to be petted and that she was going to lick my chin and my eye. I have to laugh because at one point she was holding my hand back so she could lick my face and rub up against it. It was like, hold still, i’m going to love you whether you want me to or not. See, Captain will sit at my side and let me mess around for hours and say nothing, not Gracie. She’ll come over like, okay, you’ve been screwing around long enough. It’s my time now, get off the PC. So, again today she forced me to come back from my depths of depression, the downward slope i was on got a brief interruption by the kitty that refused to

I’m about to lay down with the fur family and Sg. Sg is in the other room. She has to be up at noon. I hope I’m asleep by then but I don’t know. I plan to lay down and relax and keep Gracie from licking my eye but so far i’ve been unsuccessful. She will lick the lid right off if I don’t fight her. My goodness, Sg has a red spot where the skin is missing from where her cat Tor-ti licked her in her sleep. This is my thought, if you didn’t feel the first layer of your skin being removed then your sleep medication is wayyyy tooo strong. I’m just sayin maybe Ambien is not for you!!! She has this nickle size skinned area on her forehead. Thank goodness I don’t sleep much or I’d be One Eye’d Aussie cause man does Gracie go after that eye with fury. When she cleans the kitten she holds her down and when the kitten starts screaming for mercy I tell Gracie to let her up. Sometimes I think they’re playing Uncle. See who can hurt the other and make them beg them to stop. But I have to break in when little Bella is yelling Uncle cause, well, she’s tiny and Gracie isn’t. It’s not a fair fight. But it is funny when Bella stalks her then Gracie pounces on her first. Bella starts screaming like, why did you do that to me I was minding my own business and here you come and hurt me. The girl has mental issues. I worry about her. she is such the talker….meow, meow, meow! Anyway, I have to hit the sheets. Cap is dead to the world and in my bed, Gracie is barely being held back and Bella is at the foot of the bed a safe distance from Captain. He kinda….no kinda nothing..he kicks a lot in his sleep. She learned very quickly that she will go airborne if she is behind Cappy when he’s sleeping.

Okay, so I’m now giving in, crying Uncle and going to bed. the sun is up, Gracie is purring, Sg is snoring, Cappy is kicking and Bella, well Bella is sleeping peacefully until Gracie decides its time to give her a bath. I’ve already had mine.

Austin, on the wrong side of the sheets.